J gazed silently at Jung Bin. Jung Bin, who had been rubbing the bridge of his nose for no reason, glanced over at him, gauging his reaction. The tips of Jung Bin's dark hair were slightly damp, hanging limp.

Jung Bin gestured toward J’s hair. “Looks like you just came from the shower?”

“Ah, yes.”

J touched the ends of his hair with his fingertips. He had tried to dry it, but some moisture remained.

“There was a lot of blood. I couldn’t exactly board the helicopter like that.”

“…And now you’re headed to another mission. Where are you off …